Orphanage Stories Novels & Stories

Bye-bye internship. Since today was my day off, I decided to volunteer on Heaven-sent. It was an orphanage where I grew up. Yes, technically I was an orphan. My mother died after giving birth to me and my father was a horrible drunkard so they put me here when I was only seven and my dad lost custody of me. He eventually died because of lung cancer when I was ten. An old couple, Mr. & Mrs. Hemingway, took me out from the orphan when I was ten. They were very nice to me. They took care of me, gave me food and sheltered me. When they died, I was sixteen, so I decided to live on my own and support myself.

Camilla and are kids are In the orphanage home, Camilla concentrate on her job while her kids are growing faster, The matron and most of the philanthropist likes her, and they were satisfied with her job, she dedicated her life to the job, She saved some money but not all that much, though she doesn't needs to buy things for her kids, though the salary was not much, but manageable, Five years later, there was a outbreak of cold and cough In the orphanage, and the kids health was down, and all the children needs to be taking to the hospital for treatment,

She wanted to take a bath but the sleep overtook her and so she let it take her to another land with her husband wrapped around her sweaty form. Today, all the Borkan women are getting ready to go to the orphanage as they'd planned some days back. Hajiya Rehma wants all of them to go there and give as much charity as they can. Not only the Borkan women, Nana's mother, Rukayyah and Jumaimah will be joining them shortly and Nana can't even wait for the day out with all of them. She's also looking forward to seeing those children in the orphanage, where she clearly knew she'll shed so many tears. Just the thought of children without parents or the ones their parents died is already heartbreakin

The orphanage was dreary, filled with the echoes of children's laughter and the occasional cry of despair. Xienma, now 17, had grown accustomed to the monotony of her days. She spent most of her time in the library, poring over ancient texts and forgotten lore, trying to piece together the fragments of her past. The orphanage was her sanctuary, but it was also a prison where she felt trapped and alone.

Jazzy was escorted into the office. Madeline had pieced together the story from the chatty doorman. The orphanage was filled mostly with kids without families. However, Jazzy's story was even more heart-wrenching. She was kidnapped at three years old, and probably since she was a girl, she was not sold. She spent her days begging on the streets until the police found her. Back then, beggars like her were part of a grim operation, forced to give up most of their earnings, keeping just enough to survive.

"The morning was a beginning of an awful life. The said man was nowhere to be found. There were so many children. My age, younger and elder. I cried and cried for days. But i got no one to listen to me. I have faint memories of doing all house chores. Being beaten up at any mistake. I would be locked up in a dark room. No food. Whiplashes. I dont even remember how i survived the hell. One day, a couple came to adopt any child. And i though i was lucky to leave the place, less i knew, i was going to enter another hell, this time, legally. For a few days they pampered me. They took me to places. They gave me food and all. They told i was 9 years at that time. 4 years, that’s how long i survive

My eyes followed his tall frame as he left. “He sure is something,” Rhaeya commented and I laughed. Because yes, he honestly was. “We should get going now,” she reminded and we strode towards the door. My eyes raked the front of the Orphanage. It hadn't changed one bit. Still old, rundown and shabby looking. Even a stable looked better maintained. My memories traced back to when I was still here. They were the worst eighteen years of my life. Some Omegas who found themselves here were abandoned when their parents couldn't provide anymore or never actually could. Mine was amongst the rare few.

"Alright. Next time, I'll be the big brother, and you'll all be my younger sisters." Sofia smiled, then slowly closed her eyes. The year I turned 60, the company my sisters had left behind—Aurora Group—had become one of the largest charitable foundations in the world. I would often go to orphanages to tell the children a story. "Once upon a time, there was a baby boy abandoned at the doorstep of a mafia family. He let out a small cry of "sissy", and from that moment on, he had 109 older sisters."

Nadia When I was about to turn eighteen, surviving after leaving the orphanage was the first thing on my mind. What I hadn’t expected was that I’d be trapped in the orphanage, facing the director Cliff’s harassment. “You have one last chance to be adopted,” Cliff whispered in my ear. His breath fell hot on the side of my face. “Tomorrow an important person will be coming here, and I can arrange for you to make an appearance. A life of luxury is within your reach, Nadia.”

Sure enough, as soon as I stepped into the orphanage, the director, Lecturer Stephen, said grumpily, “Lola, finally you are here! Where have you been these days? You haven’t been answering the phone. The children missed you so much!” I didn’t have the nerve to tell him that I had been busy getting married on behalf of my sister. I just said apologetically, “Sorry. I had something urgent to deal with.” Stephen was a kind man. After a car accident, his pregnant wife had unfortunately left the world. He had been depressed for a whole year before he finally began to cheer up and become a father figure. He decided to take in a homeless child. He took in one in the first year and another in the se